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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Hounded by Kevin Hearne

Hounded (Iron Druid Chronicles)

Atticus
O’Sullivan, last of the Druids, lives peacefully in Arizona, running an
occult bookshop and shape-shifting in his spare time to hunt with his
Irish wolfhound. His neighbors and customers think that this handsome,
tattooed Irish dude is about twenty-one years old—when in actuality,
he’s twenty-one centuries old. Not to mention: He draws his power from
the earth, possesses a sharp wit, and wields an even sharper magical
sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer.

Unfortunately, a very
angry Celtic god wants that sword, and he’s hounded Atticus for
centuries. Now the determined deity has tracked him down, and Atticus
will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death,
his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, a bartender possessed by a
Hindu witch, and some good old-fashioned luck of the Irish—to kick some
Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil. @goodreads

MY REVIEW:

5 STARS

I loved this book! I wasn't sure at first because lately when reading my
urban fantasy books, they are taking me longer to get into and that's
sad because I used to read them all of the time. At any rate, this one
took off for me after a little bit and I freaking fell in love.

I
mean this book has so much stuff in it! All kinds of gods, references
to gods, God, the devil. We have Vampire and Werewolf attorneys,
goblins, ogres... gah! there is just so much.

Anyhoo, so Atticus
is a 2100 year old Druid, the last Druid I might add, unless of course
the author brings another one into the story later. Atticus poses as 21
and owns a store that has crystals and herbs and what not.

AND,

he has a talking relationship with his Irish Wolfhound, Oberon. OMG! He's my new book boyfriend, er, druid.

This book is both funny, narly and plenty of awesomeness.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo,
this evil god dude <-- was he a god? Now I can't remember, either
way he was a jerk evil demon dude and he blames Atticus for stealing his
sword. The sword is named Fragarach the Answerer and it's bad to the
bone, it will kill you deader than dead in a second. There is a whole
history there but you can read it yourself!

Atticus is living in
Arizona and has been off the radar from said jerko for years, but
apparently gods or demons, minions, whatever can surf the net and find
people. Yeah, I know right? And Atticus was stupid enough to put his
real info-ish out there. Now he is being hunted.

A few things
the old jerko send after Atticus to try to get the sword and kill
Atticus before he gets there end up having a bad day or night. And it's
amazeballs! OMG!

Oh and there is the Morrigan who is the death goddess. She's on Atticus side so to speak and stuff.

And Atticus has a werewolf (Hal) and a vampire (Leif) as his attorney's. I mean this is just too cool for me to handle people!

There
are just so many cool things that you just have to read the book. The
earth energy that Atticus uses, just all kinds of stuff. Oh and the old
widow lady down the street, Mrs. MacDonagh who drinks like crazy, loves
Atticus and is okay with him killing stuff and having werewolf friends.
Lol! She's a hoot!

I'm going to leave this review with some
excerpts. Some are of Oberon the dog who has an obsession with Geghis
Khan and French Poodles!

**EXCERPTS**

The bars along the wall of my shop had melted silently
apart behind them and morphed into jaws of sharp iron teeth. The giant
black maw reached out for them and snapped closed, scissoring through
the fairies' flesh as if it were cottage cheese, and then they were
inhaled like Jell-O, with time only for a startled, aborted scream.
Their weapons clattered to the ground, all glamour gone, and then the
iron mouth melted back into its wonted shape as a series of bars, after
gracing me with a brief, satisfied grin.

I got a message from
the iron elemental before it faded away, in the short bursts of emotions
and imagery that they use for language: //Druid calls/ Fairies await /
Delicious / Gratitude//

••••••••••

There was no time to negotiate. He nodded once and said, "They don't look very tough."

"They're giants using glamour, so don't trust your eyes. Use your other senses. What does their blood smell like?"

They
were almost upon us, but it was a worthwhile question. Leif's eyes
widened when he caught the scent of their blood. "They are strong," he
said. "Thanks, Atticus." He grinned, his fangs lengthening as he smiled.
" I have not had my breakfast yet."

"Look at it like an
all-you-can-eat buffet." I said, and then there was no more time for
talking. Not one to be shy, Leif launched himself in a superhuman leap
against the leading Fir Bolg, far above where his head was according to
mortal eyes. That's because the giant's neck was actually about three
feet higher, and the Fir Bolgs slowed down when they saw their leader
taken down by a guy in an English business suit. But slowing down wasn't
the same as stopping.

••••••••••

"Agreed," the vampire
said. "I am full right now anyway. I need to work some of this off." He
dug a cell phone out of his-or, I should say, my-breast pocket and used a
speed-dial number to call someone named Antoine. "I have dinner for the
whole crew at Mitchell Park in Tempe right now. Bring the truck . . .
Yes, there is enough for everybody, trust me. See you there."

Whoa. He had ghouls on speed dial. My lawyer kicks so much ass.

••••••••••

I
rose from my chair and Oberon began to trot in front of me down the
hall to the bathroom, his tail wagging again. *Will you tell me about
Genghis Khan's whores while I'm in the bath?*

Hordes, not whores. He had both, though now that you mention it.

*Sounds like he was a busy guy.*

You have no idea.

••••••••••

*Did you get me that movie about Genghis Khan?*It's
in the Netflix queue, but that's not the surprise. You don't need to
worry, it'll be something good. I just don't want you to feel depressed
about going home. *Oh, I won't. But it would be cool to have a stream like this in the backyard. Can you make one?*Umm. . . no.*I figured. Can't blame a hound for trying*Oberon
was indeed surprised when we got back home to Tempe. Hal had made the
arrangments for me, and Oberon perked up as soon as we were dropped off
by the shuttle from the car rental company.*Hey, smells like someone's in my territory,* he said. Nobody could be here without my permission, you know that. *Flidais did it.*That isn't Fidais you smell, believe me. I
opened the front door, and Oberon immediately ran to the kitchen window
that gazed upon the backyard. He barked joyously when he saw what was
waiting for him there. *French poodles! All black and curly with poofy little tails!*And every one of them in heat. *Oh,
WOW! Thanks, Atticus! I can't wait to sniff their asses!* He bounded
over to the door and pawed at it because the doggie door was closed to
prevent poodles from entering. You earned it buddy. Hold on, get down off the door so I can open it for you, and be careful, don't hurt any of them. I
opened the door, expecting him to bolt through it and dive into his own
personal canine harem, but instead he took one step and stopped,
looking up at me with a mournful expression, his ears drooping and a
tiny whine escaping his snout. *Only five?*